On Transition
It is impossible to exist, and observe that existence simultaneously. And anything reconstructed in retrospect, in memory, is only a moment in a changing idea of reality. So therefore nothing really exists, and we can simply toss the verb 'to be' into the rabbit hole.
I don't believe in the concept of fate per se, but I do giggle whenever I recall this:
Fata volentem du->-bleeped-<-, nolentem trahunt
"The fates lead the willing; the unwilling, they drag."
I have an entertaining game I play with what is referred to as the will within me. My will interacts with the forces of say, the collective unconscious (morphogenetic field), and the rational external construct (society and media). Then, as I have those spinning in the air over my head, I construct them and a third aspect which is me, my mind that I know. But just before I can become aware (because I'm probably concentrating on doing the dishes), something happens: subconscious intentionality. It is a great balancing act, the one where the juggling pins and tightropes are invisible, and one can ride on a unicycle along the tenuous thread of time.
This is how I trans-i-shun,
Trans-i-shun, trans-i-shun.
This is how I trans-i-shun
So early in the morning.
B.
